And they might have froze before that noose got to them

[sovay]

All night I dreamed about dying. Every time—I was shot once, bleeding out; another time, I had some kind of wasting illness—I woke up instead of never opening my eyes again, but whenever I fell back into the dream, there was a different death to go through. Some of the circumstances, waterspouts, unmoored islands, shell-like crusts of uninhabited buildings in the middle of cities where I've lived, might have made intriguing story material if I hadn't been distracted by the endless iterations of mortality, none of them opera-clean. Today fails auspices.

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[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Same to you, if you dreamed anything unwelcomedly weird. (If you dreamed the weird you wanted, more power to you.)

Thank you. I'm afraid I've not dreamed anything that I remembered very long in the past couple of nights. But there were a number of nightmares to folk on my f-list, on the same night as this one of yours--one friend saw a character she's writing about go through a horrible experience.

I sometimes wish my dreams were weirder, but I suppose it's not wise to wish for such things.